LOVE the dogs! I have two 10 year old beagles I adopted last year. There is something about a dog and the unconditional love they give you. I really believe my little noisy adoptees know they've been given a second chance at life. We take rides, go for walks, and have an afternoon snack together. I find their company infinitely more pleasurable than most of my friends.
LOVE the dogs! I have two 10 year old beagles I adopted last year. There is something about a dog and the unconditional love they give you. I really believe my little noisy adoptees know they've been given a second chance at life. We take rides, go for walks, and have an afternoon snack together. I find their company infinitely more pleasurable than most of my friends.
The company of any dogs is infinitely more pleasurable than people. Here here.
It seemed to me that Romney won the first debate because his ideas came out of the sounder tradition of the free market rather than out of the planned economies of the socialists. But to many people it seemed that Romney won because he was meaner. So Joe Biden was just plain mean, and sure enough, it seemed to many he had "beaten" Paul Ryan.
From here we might see the devolution of debate into a slapstick event: a kind of Punch n Judy.
If so, debate of ideas will become debate as shouting match (higher decibels wins).
Next: Debate as pillow fight (no point in even attempting to speak).
Finally: Debate as duel (but no counting to ten).
Clint Eastwood's model of governance will then be the new norm. Whoever gets the first shot into the other man's guts, wins. Dirty Harry for President.
Well, maybe we can put it into the air as the finale. Put each man into a Fokker tri-plane. Debate as dogfight.
Professor Althouse, if you and Meade are deciding whether to adopt two dogs, all of your readers would love to chime in with advice both as to dogs and names.
I asked a question yesterday (in the SNL thread) but no one answered. Here it is again.
Suppose it is October 2014 and Romney is the POTUS. Another Embassy is attacked and (sadly, hypothetically) someone is killed. It is before the mid-term election.
Reid is the Senate leader. He is old, hunch-back, needs a staffer to get him to the men's room, etc. But, he calls a hearing. His goal is to embarrass the POTUS and hurt the GOP chances in the election.
Will the NYT cover the story on the front page?
If not, why not?
If yes, then what if it is 2012, October and another Embassy is attacked and ... oh well. We are already there.
I told Meade when I put the picture up that people would say where's the flat-screen TV.
Sorry, it's a great Sony HD TV with a brilliant screen, and we're not crowded in the space, so we just don't care about flatness enough to upgrade. There's always another TV, another upgrade. We just don't care.
That's a lot of dog, Ann. Here, we have a lot of cat. They're nothing like that big, but they're more likely to crawl into bed with you and contort your legs into strange positions. And one of the two I swear can make himself a yard long. He stretches out on his belly, leaving his hindquarters dangling behind, and extending his forepaws as far as he can. A solid, honest-to-God yard of cat.
Maybe this is some sort of feline sporting event. Which would explain some of the elaborate stretching postures, come to think of it.
What good dogs they are! My neighbor has a chocolate lab. I saw him being walked this morning. He was prancing along with a dirty rag in his mouth, looking delighted with the world.
If your dog is a dunce about catching things in their mouth, like all mine were, you can switch to slower things that have more hangtime like Cheez-Its.
Here's an ordinary thing I mentioned to the barber yesterday that she thought was astonishing so I share it with you on the chance that you too might be surprised.
None of the dogs liked their nails clipped so I filed them with Dremel which was exceedingly loud and threatening and scared each dog one by one. So they taught me to take it slowly. Very slowly. To keep it a doggy game. Set the whole thing up. Let them in on the setup. Orange extension cord, Dremel unpacked, positioned in the specific spot in the yard, turn it on, WHIRRRRRRR, freak out the dog, let them run off, pack it all up, and do the exact same thing the next day. Day after day for however long it takes. Weeks.
Then get it to where you can touch one toenail. Just one. Just touch it. Don't even be concerned about finishing the first nail.
Build on that each day until you can do one whole nail in one setting.
And then one whole paw.
And then finally at length, and with the patience of Job's son-in-law's neighbor's friend who heard about what happened to Job and thought it was a real shame, the dog is hopping around with playful dog glee when they see the setup and they drop into 'do me' position and present their paw eager for their happy little doggy pedicure.
But still best to stay to one paw at a time, two at most.
I'm glad you have an open thread tonight. I need to vent. I just checked my husband's open enrollment numbers for health insurance. Our premiums are going up $24 A WEEK! As my friend (who voted for Obama in 08) said to me when I told her, "yeah so much for that promise not to raise taxes on the middle class."
Before today I had vague reasons for voting for Mitt Romney: Pres. Obama didn't do enough in 4 years to win my vote. But now? I'm hardcore Romney all the way. Obamacare is going to make things a lot worse and who knows if it will ever make things better.
"I'm glad you have an open thread tonight. I need to vent. I just checked my husband's open enrollment numbers for health insurance. Our premiums are going up $24 A WEEK!"
Yes, my premiums are going up too. Open enrollment hits right before the election. Rather inconvienent timing for Obama, isn't it?
Don't feel the pressure to upgrade to a newer tv. We still use out old big sets. It doesn't matter if the picture is High def if your eye's ain't, and ours ain't.
Also, while I like the airy open look of your place I am far too paranoid to ever be comfortable living there. I need defendable brick, and windows I can shutter with steel(wife won't let me). She thinks I got too many locks on the doors with the door lock, the dead bolt, 2 chains, and a rod I can set in place to hold the door shut, or hold in my hand as a weapon as I answer the door when those little crumb snatchin' girl scouts come around with their "S'mores" and...oh...I said that out loud...never mind.
Bronco's scored a terrific comeback win tonight. Down 24 zip after the first half, the bronco's forced 4 turnovers, 2 returned for touchdowns, to win, going away!!!!!!!!!!!
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Scratch my neck.
What a wonderful writing (blogging) studio. The dogs are great. Is that the iPhone 5?
I'm a little surprised you still have a giant tube TV. I figured you for a flat paneler.
The subtitle should have been "you can stick your nose in other people's business".
Dog 1: Why is the brown dog near my butt?
Dog 2: Hey, it's not my fault, she's jamming my head over there in an attempt to try and get me to sit down. I refuse. I REFUSE I SAY!!!
Althouse: Sit.
Dog 2: NO!!! YOU CAN'T *struggle* make me.
Dog 1: Oh, will you hurry up and sit down. I'm running out of space here and feel crammed.
Dog 2: You feel crammed? Hey, I'm getting my head shoved into your back side. HELP!!! HELP!!! I'M BEING REPRESSED!!!
You there with the camera and the baseball hat. HELP ME!!!
Meade: HAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAHHAHAHAAHA!!!!
Dog 2: Screw you!!! *gives you the middle finger*.
Platz! is a German dog command meaning "sit!" (from platzmachen). Unfortunately, it also is the imperative meaning "explode!" from platzen.
LOVE the dogs! I have two 10 year old beagles I adopted last year. There is something about a dog and the unconditional love they give you. I really believe my little noisy adoptees know they've been given a second chance at life. We take rides, go for walks, and have an afternoon snack together. I find their company infinitely more pleasurable than most of my friends.
The Exploding Dogs were very popular back in the day.
Lisaocean86 said...
LOVE the dogs! I have two 10 year old beagles I adopted last year. There is something about a dog and the unconditional love they give you. I really believe my little noisy adoptees know they've been given a second chance at life. We take rides, go for walks, and have an afternoon snack together. I find their company infinitely more pleasurable than most of my friends.
The company of any dogs is infinitely more pleasurable than people. Here here.
It seemed to me that Romney won the first debate because his ideas came out of the sounder tradition of the free market rather than out of the planned economies of the socialists. But to many people it seemed that Romney won because he was meaner. So Joe Biden was just plain mean, and sure enough, it seemed to many he had "beaten" Paul Ryan.
From here we might see the devolution of debate into a slapstick event: a kind of Punch n Judy.
If so, debate of ideas will become debate as shouting match (higher decibels wins).
Next: Debate as pillow fight (no point in even attempting to speak).
Finally: Debate as duel (but no counting to ten).
Clint Eastwood's model of governance will then be the new norm. Whoever gets the first shot into the other man's guts, wins. Dirty Harry for President.
Well, maybe we can put it into the air as the finale. Put each man into a Fokker tri-plane. Debate as dogfight.
Professor Althouse, if you and Meade are deciding whether to adopt two dogs, all of your readers would love to chime in with advice both as to dogs and names.
I asked a question yesterday (in the SNL thread) but no one answered. Here it is again.
Suppose it is October 2014 and Romney is the POTUS. Another Embassy is attacked and (sadly, hypothetically) someone is killed. It is before the mid-term election.
Reid is the Senate leader. He is old, hunch-back, needs a staffer to get him to the men's room, etc. But, he calls a hearing. His goal is to embarrass the POTUS and hurt the GOP chances in the election.
Will the NYT cover the story on the front page?
If not, why not?
If yes, then what if it is 2012, October and another Embassy is attacked and ... oh well. We are already there.
What is that dinosaur monitor doing there? Nobody has those anymore.
Sit, huh?
Is that what Ann said to the dogs?
Or what they said to her?
Ours will tell us when it's time to go to bed.
I told Meade when I put the picture up that people would say where's the flat-screen TV.
Sorry, it's a great Sony HD TV with a brilliant screen, and we're not crowded in the space, so we just don't care about flatness enough to upgrade. There's always another TV, another upgrade. We just don't care.
Hey, maybe our esteemed blog hostess should have been VP debate moderator, where her canine mastery could have been put to use. "Sit! Heel! Lie down!"
To those dogs, Althouse has lickability.
Mockingbird calling with Doberman cameo.
Mockingbird calling without dog. Notice the call at 1:08 to 1:09, a bad killdeer.
Mockingbird listening probably to sharpen up his killdeer call.
That's a lot of dog, Ann. Here, we have a lot of cat. They're nothing like that big, but they're more likely to crawl into bed with you and contort your legs into strange positions. And one of the two I swear can make himself a yard long. He stretches out on his belly, leaving his hindquarters dangling behind, and extending his forepaws as far as he can. A solid, honest-to-God yard of cat.
Maybe this is some sort of feline sporting event. Which would explain some of the elaborate stretching postures, come to think of it.
What good dogs they are! My neighbor has a chocolate lab. I saw him being walked this morning. He was prancing along with a dirty rag in his mouth, looking delighted with the world.
It was a nice way to start the day.
If your dog is a dunce about catching things in their mouth, like all mine were, you can switch to slower things that have more hangtime like Cheez-Its.
Here's an ordinary thing I mentioned to the barber yesterday that she thought was astonishing so I share it with you on the chance that you too might be surprised.
None of the dogs liked their nails clipped so I filed them with Dremel which was exceedingly loud and threatening and scared each dog one by one. So they taught me to take it slowly. Very slowly. To keep it a doggy game. Set the whole thing up. Let them in on the setup. Orange extension cord, Dremel unpacked, positioned in the specific spot in the yard, turn it on, WHIRRRRRRR, freak out the dog, let them run off, pack it all up, and do the exact same thing the next day. Day after day for however long it takes. Weeks.
Then get it to where you can touch one toenail. Just one. Just touch it. Don't even be concerned about finishing the first nail.
Build on that each day until you can do one whole nail in one setting.
And then one whole paw.
And then finally at length, and with the patience of Job's son-in-law's neighbor's friend who heard about what happened to Job and thought it was a real shame, the dog is hopping around with playful dog glee when they see the setup and they drop into 'do me' position and present their paw eager for their happy little doggy pedicure.
But still best to stay to one paw at a time, two at most.
I love the Stressless chair!
Standing/Walking desk...down!
Standing/Walking desk...down!
Ann, touching the outside of dogs.
Dogs, touching the inside of Ann.
(not just any dogs, mind you.)
I'm glad you have an open thread tonight. I need to vent. I just checked my husband's open enrollment numbers for health insurance. Our premiums are going up $24 A WEEK! As my friend (who voted for Obama in 08) said to me when I told her, "yeah so much for that promise not to raise taxes on the middle class."
Before today I had vague reasons for voting for Mitt Romney: Pres. Obama didn't do enough in 4 years to win my vote. But now? I'm hardcore Romney all the way. Obamacare is going to make things a lot worse and who knows if it will ever make things better.
"I'm glad you have an open thread tonight. I need to vent. I just checked my husband's open enrollment numbers for health insurance. Our premiums are going up $24 A WEEK!"
Yes, my premiums are going up too. Open enrollment hits right before the election. Rather inconvienent timing for Obama, isn't it?
Giants win 7-1, and look good doing so.
Series tied, 1-1.
Tough for Scutaro - x-rays are negative, so hopefully he's good to go in St. Louis. Matt Holliday needs a fastball to the upper jaw.
I miss the adorable, unique, purse puppy from Austin ??
Don't feel the pressure to upgrade to a newer tv. We still use out old big sets. It doesn't matter if the picture is High def if your eye's ain't, and ours ain't.
Also, while I like the airy open look of your place I am far too paranoid to ever be comfortable living there. I need defendable brick, and windows I can shutter with steel(wife won't let me). She thinks I got too many locks on the doors with the door lock, the dead bolt, 2 chains, and a rod I can set in place to hold the door shut, or hold in my hand as a weapon as I answer the door when those little crumb snatchin' girl scouts come around with their "S'mores" and...oh...I said that out loud...never mind.
Bronco's scored a terrific comeback win tonight. Down 24 zip after the first half, the bronco's forced 4 turnovers, 2 returned for touchdowns, to win, going away!!!!!!!!!!!
That pic warms my heart.
The most needed word in master and dog conversation is "stay." Dogs always want to be a part of everything.
I can smell that picture. And it's not good.
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